Mar 15, 2011

This feels like heaven to me. An actual day off from work. I slept til almost 3:30pm. this afternoon, as I work the graveyard shift. I finally have felt like sitting down and writing for a bit. It's ironic, but the most dependable employees at the restaurant are over 40. If I here one more 20 something say how sore and tired they are I am going to scream. What do they know about achey bones? Wait til they are 44 waiting on tables. I am building up my regular clientle again. They are one of the main reasons I enjoy going in. They keep me sane. Evidence of how shitty the economy is these days is very obvious in my check averages. We have a 2,4,6,8 menu. Most people are now ordering off of that. I wait on people after they have worked an 18 hour shift and fall asleep in the booth while they are waiting for their food. I did do my good samaritan deed for the week. A young man who works for the railroad left his wallet. I turned it it, money and all. He was shocked and grateful. So there are some of us left who are honorable. Be kind to your waitress when you go out to eat. She might be as tired as you are. Peace...

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For whatever reason you refuse to feel this space we're in,To know it's insanity, really know it, Whatever your particular anaesthetic is, that you hold onto so desperately, The thing I mean that makes you think you know who you are, Whatever that thing is that you allow to keep you sane, Your ace in your hole, The psyche that keeps you from trying to guess what your pimp has in store for you, Whatever keeps you from screaming out at this very moment in absolute and sheer horror, Whatever you fuck your brain with, whatever that is, Whatever that is, It's a lie, It's a lie."

I got the black cat bone and I got a mojo, too. I got the John the Conquerer Root, gonna mess with you. I'm gonna make you girls lead me by my hand, And then the world will know the hoochie coochie man.

On the seventh hour, on the seventh day, On the seventh month, seven doctors say, "He was born for good luck, that you'll see." I got seven hundred dollars; don't you mess with me!

Please, if you ever see me getting beaten up by the police, please put your video camera down and help me.Bobcat Goldthwait

America... just a nation of two hundred million used car salesmen with all the money we need to buy guns and no qualms about killing anybody else in the world who tries to make us uncomfortable.Hunter S. Thompson